This Island

_fair season too brief and current too swift that happen on these shores the tern fails to light upon perchin haste, off to another despite no respite for its beaten wingsbut the gale will not have him here

although from a distance, the land jutting upfrom liquid desert appears sure oasis to the long-suffering in need of solacecloser approach reveals the jagged rock precipicewhere angry torrent and rugged keepwage everlasting war

their fierce savagery and ardent strifewould portend no tenable harbor for any erstwhile Argonaut

it is said, inland has treasure abundant.if you land safely upon shore,it is yours for the takingriches the likes of which your heart has yearned that will forever keep you

alas, all who approach havefeared the surf's fury and hastenedaway at its first frenzied vortex